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So I hear the- uh...ship thing is having some problems. And I dunno if my specific set of skills might be helpful, but back home on Earth I was a pretty damn decent metalworker.

Need to patch up the haul or anything and give me a holler. Though like the best things, I'm not exactly free.
Labor that is. Negotiations?

[Locks out Shepard;He rather keep her opinion of him nice!]

Which leads me to my next order of bzn-nus.

[Fox holds up a small 10ml glass vial and gives it a little shake.]

This my friends is a little thing called...benzo...dia-ze pine? Fuck it. It's a wonderful little vial with two very excellent purposes. Medical for if you get your ass injured out here and wanna dull the pain or I don't know- perform surgery maybe and recreational for when you want to forget your ass is here.

[He closes his fist and reopens each finger slowly to show the vial is now gone! And in his other hand. Little show magic.]

Anyhoo, I'm willing to give this vial to anyone who can find me a forge. An abandoned one, a homemade one, one that is barely holding it together-- I don't care. I want a forge.

Seems like a fair trade for something you probably ain't going to find much of around here.
Takers?

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Forge? What? Like Road Runner anvil shit?

Are you serious right now? Road Runner what- like a hearth. And yeah anvil's and shit and hammers and tongs and big hot pieces of rods.

All that jazz. What else could I mean?

No, dude. Are you serious.

[Hudson is never serious.]

I don't fuckin' know what you could mean. That's why I fuckin' asked.

As a heartattack!

But yeah. Anvils and shit. You seen one?

[Well all righty then. Now that that's settled.]

Keep my eyes out for one.

You some kinda ....whatever blacksmith thing? They teach you that in fuckin' shop class or something?

Oh yeah we had shop glass. Elephant, pull the trunk and the light comes on- my light didn't come on, got an F...I digress.

[Stop with the pop-culture references, Fox.]

I'm a journeyman in smithing. Worked in the circus and fairs under a master blacksmith and got my little certificate and everything. Little bit more schooling required than high school shop.

I'm damn good though.

Kiiiinky.

[This is Hudson's 'no really, do go on' face.]

If you're so damn good, why don't you barter some fuckin' horseshoes or chainmail instead of happyjuice, huh?

Kiiiinda need the forge to make the horseshoes and chain mail there, skipper.

You're kinda new to this blacksmithing concept aren't ya? I can tell. It's okay. I almost died in a bog my first day here, we'll grade on that curve.

[Oh yeah? Oh YEAH?]

You're kinda new at the whole teamwork concept, there, pal, while we're on the subject.

Lemme break it down for you. We.[Big hand gesture, so you can't miss it.]Are stuck here [pointing at the ground] together. Last thing anyone's gonna get away with here is fuckin' over someone else, got it? Because there's nowhere to run except the crazy assholes in the domes.

[Does he have to explain why that's a terrible idea?]

No, lemme break it down for you. Last I checked? I was the one offering to give something in exchange for a forge so I can make shit to fix the ship.

If that ain't working as a team I don't know what is.

And besides, I'm pretty sure someone could get away with it if they really really wanted.

Then what's with the bribe? Could always appeal to our, you know, camaraderie. Team spirit and all that shit.

[Hey, he's out for number one, himself, but that is exactly the opposite of giving shit away for free. For a chunk of metal.]

Yeah? You haven't met the robot sniper robot dude yet, have you? [Has Hudson mentioned that Perceptor's a robot?]

There is a robot sniper? Lovely. No, I didn't get the memo but I shoulda guessed.

[A pause.]

People tend to react better if they think they are going to get something. I don't put much stock in the comradeship stuff, so I threw in a bone.

No shit, Sherlock. Like I'd make up some nightmare fuel like that all on my own.

[Seriously. Not really a creative guy, our Hudson.]

Yeah well you might wanna try not sounding like a street pharmacist next time. Don't sit right with some folks.

[Hudson could give a fuck, but, hey, appearances. ]

But I am a street pharmacist.

[He laughs.]

[Well...allrighty then.]

Good to know.

[Not really.]

Planning on starting up the biz here, huh?

Just the one. The real biz I'm fixing to set up is a metal working one, if the forge wasn't a big enough hint.

S'what I do. Making nails and patching anything that needs patching up.

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